The year is 1882 Scotland, and the auld alliance
betwixt king and fey has long been forgotten. Men of science, backed by barons
of industry, push the boundaries of technology. When Sir Walter Conrad
discovers a new energy source, one that could topple nations and revolutionize
society, the race to dominate its ownership begins. But the excavation and use
of this energy source will have dire consequences for both humans and fey. For
an ancient enemy stirs, awakened by Sir Walter’s discovery.
Outcast half-fey Effie of Glen Coe is the Empire’s
only hope at averting the oncoming disaster. Effie finds herself embroiled in
the conflict, investigating the eldritch evil spreading throughout the
Highlands. As she struggles against the greed of mighty lords and to escape the
clutches of the queen’s minions, her comfortable world is shattered. Racing to
thwart the growing menace, she realizes the only thing that can save them all
is a truce no one wants.
Craig Comer is the author of the gaslamp fantasy novel
THE LAIRD OF DUNCAIRN and co-author of the mosaic fantasy novel THE ROADS TO
BALDAIRN MOTTE. His shorter works have appeared in several anthologies,
including BARDIC TALES AND SAGE ADVICE and PULP EMPIRE VOLUME IV. Craig earned
a Master’s Degree in Writing from the University of Southern California. He
enjoys tramping across countries in his spare time, preferably those strewn
with pubs and castles.
regiment are these soldiers from?” asked Effie. “They don’t appear Scottish.”
lips twitched, almost in a grin. “Does it make a difference to you?” She tried
to think of a response, but her tongue tied. He couldn’t contain his mirth. “I
believe you already know the answer. You strike me as a rather intelligent
let your general hear you say that.”
intelligent part, or the use of the word woman?”
Both, she thought. She was woman enough
in most men’s eyes, yet her blood was different, and that kept her from ever
truly being human. At least in the eyes of people like Edmund Glover and Sir
Walter Conrad. And Murray. That thought shouldn’t bother her any more than the
others, but it did.
then,” she said.
Hussars brought up to quell the fey disturbances,” Murray confirmed.
smirked. The volunteer cavalry unit was well-known for putting down
overly-ambitious unions of miners and fishermen. In 1831, it had even fired on
its own countrymen. “To protect the interests of the Hostmen, you mean. It is
their money that drives this sudden interest in the Highlands, isn’t it? For
centuries they have been nothing but barons of the coal trade. Why do they now
back a man like Sir Walter Conrad?”
blinked, an expression of surprise crossing his face. “Surely you’ve heard the
chatter in the coffeehouses? Coal has had its day. Its supremacy won’t last
forever, and the Hostmen want to keep their true monopoly, that on energy.
Money and energy drive the world, and there isn’t one without the other
fund research into alternatives.”
against other sources they can’t dominate.” He raised an eyebrow. “Namely,
insinuation was clear—the fey were a problem the Hostmen could not control. The
hatred of her entire race boiled down to a handful of men who wanted their
heirs to live as opulently as they had. A flare of rage swept through her so
intense it brought tears to her eyes.
Love is timeless…
Nash Nation loves zeroes and ones, over-sized monitors and late office hours. He’s too busy taking over the world to make time for relationships—that is, until his new neighbor Willow O’Bryant barges into his life, and now Nash can’t shake the feeling that this isn’t the first time she’s interrupted his world.
Then, the dreams start. And in the dreams—memories.
Memories of a girl named Sookie who couldn’t count on love or friendship, never mind forever. Memories of a library and a boy called Isaac and secrets made in private that destroyed his world.
The memories seem real, but who do they belong to?
When Nash and Willow discover the truth, life as they know it unravels.
The bridge between this life and the next is shored up by blood and bone and memory. Sometimes, that bridge leads to the place we’ve always wanted to be.
About Eden Butler
Eden Butler is an editor and writer of Mystery, Suspense and Contemporary Romance novels and the nine-times great-granddaughter of an honest-to-God English pirate. This could explain her affinity for rule breaking and rum.
When she’s not writing or wondering about her possibly Jack Sparrowesque ancestor, Eden patiently waits for her Hogwarts letter, edits, reads and spends way too much time watching rugby, Doctor Who and New Orleans Saints football.
She is currently living under teenage rule alongside her husband in southeast Louisiana.
Please send help.
I, Scarlet Townsend, didn't believe I could be any happier. Life with Carver Wilson has been wonderful. On the night of my dinner to finally unite my two very separate lives, as mother to Ashton and Elise Lathrop and Carver's girlfriend, my past comes to literally kick my door in. Denver Lathrop has known me all of my life. With that knowledge comes a truth. It's a truth that I have to face if I am going to ever have a future with anyone, especially ex-special forces, Carver Wilson. There is a part of me no one else, but Denver knows. His belief is why shouldn't he get the girl since he knows my life story inside and out. The crazy thing is part of me has the exact same question but no answer. Damn son-of-a-bitch fireman coming in and disrupting my good … average … decent life. What am I supposed to do with all the crap he stirs up?
My eyes are glued to the sight before me. I don’t know why I didn’t knock. When I didn’t hear the shower running or steam coming out and the partially opened door, I assumed he was dressed. Holy mother of pearl, I never expected him to be in the state that I found him.
I don’t know about most other women. I have had my friends tell me they get excited by seeing this. I’ve never fully seen it for myself. Seeing this magnificent man in all of his naked glory, straining to contain his need to yell as his large hand runs the length of him is amazing enough. Those arms rippling as he strokes and strokes and rubs the head of that impressive piece of manhood protruding from his pelvis. The muscles in his neck prominently displayed, as he grunts is picture perfect. Having him groan out your name as he releases rivulets of heated … I am stunned, turned on to the point of an achy need. I’m so shocked by this astonishing display that I know I am going to need some relief as soon as humanly possible.
What I need to do is make my exit before he notices me standing in the doorway. It’s what I mentally tell myself, but that isn’t what happens. Nope. I am standing there watching as he comes down from his high. I’m in a stupefied silence when those blue eyes land on me.
“Um … I came …”
“You came … with me?”
“Nothing to apologize for, Ruby? I don’t mind if you don’t.”
“What? No. That’s not what I was talking about.”
“No need to be embarrassed about it.” He cuts me off again. “I have seen you naked and I do know every aspect of that beautiful body. I am sad to know that I’m standing here without a stitch of clothes on and you’re over here aching to strip.” His brow furrows, as if he is deep in thought. “Are you sure you came?”
I feel the flush of my skin to the point where I feel feverish. The things this man used to do to my body and say to me shouldn’t have me reacting in any way. Yet, here I am, practically panting like a dog in heat. I still react to him like I have some schoolgirl crush or like I am some blushing virgin bride.
“I’m going to leave right now. I need to …”
“Come?” he answers for me.
“No. Denver, I will talk to you later. When you’re not in this … when you’re not …”
“Hard as a fucking rock and pointing directly at my intended target?”
“Oh m … shit,” I exclaim as I run into the chair in my haste to get the hell away from this man.
A STORM IS BREWING...
Remy Boudreaux is back in
his hometown, New Orleans. He's there with three of his fellow Dallas
SWAT officers for a week of training with the NOLA PD. On the eve of a
tropical storm, Remy and his buddies prowl the French Quarter. One
tantalizing scent captures Remy's senses, forcing him to follow until he
is face to face with Triana Bellamy—his beautiful high school crush.
reconnecting, Remy and Triana are close—very. Remy struggles to keep
things casual. Ever since his partner—and first love—was killed on the
job, he's kept women at a distance.
But when a mysterious wolf
pendant ropes them both into danger, Remy's protective instincts kick
in. He may have to reveal his true self...and hope Triana accepts him.
Wolf Hunt by Paige Tyler (Swat, #6)
Throughout the Swat series, there appears to be a gearing up for trouble, big trouble and the air among the wolves is getting thicker, tenser. The fact that more wolves are finding their soul mates is both unusual and thought-provoking, and Alpha wolf, Remy Boudreaux is next up to take that trip on the paranormal “love boat.”
As the Dallas SWAT team trains in New Orleans, the city where nothing paranormal seems unusual, Remy catches a scent…and once again, Fate steps in, finding Remy’s mate, a girl he knew along ago.
Triana may have been pretty in high school, but now she is a fascinating beauty and she is Remy’s. No doubt about it, and the dance of love begins with flirtation, insinuation and daring, all wrapped up in a few humor moments that makes one want to wink and smirk, heck the rest of the SWAT team is.
Even in a city known for its party life, evil is writhing beneath the surface and a clueless Triana becomes a pawn in a game of power, drugs, a mysterious pendant and control. Hiding their wolfish tendencies can be difficult when not on home turf, but a power-hungry mob boss knows more than he should and Tiana will become his bargaining chip in a game that will bring hidden secrets to light, uncover dark revelations and bring the alphas together to protect their own.
What Triana learns about her family and the man she loves will test her very soul.
Paige Tyler’s WOLF HUNT gives new meaning to insta-love, and I do mean instant. I liked both Remy and Triana but the star of this tale was actually Triana’s mother and I would LOVE to learn more about that gutsy and grounded lady. A good read, and I do want more from these wolves, but for me, a little too neat and tidy.
I received an ARC edition from Sourcebooks in exchange for my honest review.